Daqin Fusu: It is difficult to start the battle

Chapter 205 Initiation Ceremony of Farming

In the first month of the first year of Qin II, Ji Hai, south of the Wei River and west of Zhangtai Palace.

Even though the dawn had just dawned and the cold spring had blown, there were still tens of thousands of scholars gathered here.

What will be held here today is the first farming ceremony after Fusu changed to Yuan Dynasty.

So those present today, in addition to the big and small officials around Nei Shi, there are also people of high moral standing selected from various gatherings.

Although the emperor's frame is still dangling on the road in Xianyang City at this moment, everyone has already lined up in a neat array according to the requirements of the ritual officer.

The heads of Guizhou who participated in the ceremony, young and old, all had happy smiles on their faces.

This is not because they love the emperor so much, but because when the ceremony is over, they can share one liter of wine and three catties of meat...

And officials, big and small, will also be rewarded.

Well, everyone is satisfied except that the emperor's purse is deflated!

A moment later, under the auspicious time repeatedly calculated by Taibu, the emperor's motorcade slowly appeared in people's sight.

In an instant, the voice of Huang Zhong and Da Lu was heard endlessly, and groups of strong soldiers with various weapons walked slowly in front of the soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, there were hundreds of carriages carrying ministers and ministers, and elite knights riding on horseback with hawk-like eyes.

In a short time, a golden root chariot with two Sanchen flags slanted behind the carriage appeared.

Yufadi, the cover circle resembles the sky, the law drives and rides Yu, and the yellow house and left flag (dào) symbolize the glory and dignity of the Qin Empire.

All the originally sloppy scholars held their breath, and their expressions became very solemn. It is unknown who took the lead, and a deep and heavy chants came out from the crowd.

"Your Majesty!"

In an instant, there were cheers one after another in the crowd.

"Your Majesty!"

First, those heads of Guizhou who could get wine and meat after the ceremony were shouting, and then those officials, big and small, and sergeants lined up in all directions also joined in.

The sound rolled like thunder, echoing between Weishui River and Nanshan Mountain.

When Fusu's car continued to drive forward, it was unknown who took the lead again. Countless people fell to the ground and began to worship the car.

In an instant, apart from the soldiers who formed the human wall, there was no one standing at the scene of tens of thousands of people!
In an inconspicuous place among the crowd, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion and a beard almost buried his head in the ground.

His white hands, which did not match his complexion, were clenched into fists so tightly that the nails almost pierced into the palms.

A moment later, after the people around had finished their prostration, the middle-aged man also stood up, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were filled with tears. Presumably, he loved this land deeply...

A moment later, outside the altar for offering sacrifices to Shannong, Fusu, wearing a very simple black dress, got off the golden root car, stood firmly and began to accept the visits of the ministers.

Today Fusu didn't wear the black clothes with the twelve-stripe pattern that he usually wears in the day, and the crown that was thrown back and forth like a curtain in front of his eyes.

One is because he is going to go to the field to perform a "cultural performance" in person, and the other is because after the fat man unifies the world, he wants to ask for new changes in everything. different.

So now the very simple dress Fusu is wearing has another name, 袀玄 [jūn xuán].

After the Minister of Public Affairs finished paying homage, Fu Su paced squarely with his stomach full, and walked towards the altar under the leadership of the ceremony officer.

On the other side of him, Han Rang is holding a simple short sword. This is Fusu's sword today. It is said that it was made by Qin Feizi himself, and it has been passed down in the Qin royal family for hundreds of years. The last time he participated in the Initiation Cultivation Ceremony, he was wearing this sword.

Different from the small fights of the priest Xiannong during the La Festival, the scale of the sacrifice this time is many times larger than the previous one.

Not only were there officials with more than a thousand stones to accompany the sacrifice, but even the number of sacrifices was not the same.

On the long table where the sacrifices are placed, there are not only gui (guǐ), beans, 簠 (fǔ), 笾 (

biān) and other utensils, there are also the rituals of the prison, which are pigs, cows, and sheep.

On both sides of the altar, there are musicians playing various musical instruments. On both sides of the musicians, there are two teams of dancers with eight people horizontally and eight people vertically.

This is the eight 佾 (yì) system that has been in use for hundreds of years. Under the innovation of the fat man, the original scale of 64 people for music and dance has been doubled to 120 people.

So those who hold qian (shield) and qi (axe) in their hands are martial arts, while those who hold pheasant feathers and 籥 (yuè) in their hands are literary.

When Fusu led the ministers and ministers to the altar with square steps, Zhonghe Shao music was loudly played, and 120 eight dancers began to dance lightly.

Hey, it’s time to kill the modern time traveler again... Fusu sighed in his heart, and at the request of the ceremonial officer, he began to lead the ministers to kneel down three times and kowtow nine times to the god of Xiannong, praying to the god of Xiannong to bless the grain Fengdeng and all people are safe.

The moment Fusu knelt down, the music changed and "Chapter of Yongfeng" began to be played.

"The first farmer sows the grain, which is suitable for the other day, and the grain is steamed for the people. In the ten thousand years, the farming is auspicious and the gods are upright, and the wind is full of the altar. Life is a boy, and it is suitable for cropping in the field."

After three kneelings and nine knockings, Fusu stood up and presented a silk fabric with good wishes written on it and fine wine to Xiannong.

At this time, the music changed again, and the actors sang "The Chapter of Time and Harmony" in unison.

"At the beginning of the birth of the people, there is no way to tell the difference. The hemp bestowed by the gods is the birth of the good seeds. Si De is rewarded. What is the name and what is the praise? My wine is only for the purpose, and it is the first offering."

This is the second step of offering sacrifices to Shennong, the initial offering, as for the slapping and kowtow just now, it is only the first step, the ceremony of welcoming the gods.

In the distance, the group of dancers representing Wu began to dance with relatives. They showed the story of the bloody battle between the ancestors of the Qin people and the Rong people for hundreds of years, and the story of creating a foundation through hard work.

Now, it's time for Wenchao Gong... Fusu watched as a ceremony officer approached slowly with a silk cloth in his hand. On the silk cloth was written an article that he almost bit the pen holder into pieces. Zhu Wen.

No way, this kind of article can’t be written by someone else, and the engineering man, um, even if you throw a liberal arts man in front of more than 2000, let him write a sycophantic essay expressing respect and admiration to the god of agriculture. !
As a result, the Dimensional Wall was suddenly opened, and under the blessing of the powerful Golden Finger, a piece of sacrificial agricultural literature that made someone in the future call "Fusu poems are at the front" was released hotly.

Well, copying is cool for a while, and copying is always cool!

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